Love in middle age

He was still standing by the jukebox, and my heart was pounding. He was the only reason I'd decided to stay in this bar. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. His white t-shirt accentuated his V-shaped physique. He looked to be almost forty. He had short hair and maintained a smile while talking to the person next to him.
I stood by the bar, determined to approach him and attract his attention. Soon after, his friend patted him on the shoulder and said goodnight, then whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle. He seemed very confident. I was terrified of being rejected, afraid he'd find a twenty-one-year-old unattractive. It wasn't that I was ugly, but I always felt inferior standing next to someone so perfect. Nevertheless, I went over anyway. When our eyes met, I felt a jolt, like I'd been electrocuted. He quickly turned his head away.
"Is it okay for me to stand here?" I asked, my mind blank. Besides saying his physique was great, I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Eric, can I buy you a beer?" he asked, pulling his wallet from his pocket. Every movement he made captivated me with the interplay of strength and beauty, my heart pounding.
"Sure, Matt," I said, swallowing hard. "Thanks." Watching him walk to the bar, I realized his firm buttocks were surprisingly small and attractive. They were probably even smaller than my waist. I leaned closer when he brought the beer back. He didn't react. Seeing he didn't move away made me feel much better.
We stood there for several minutes without saying a word. Then Matt stretched his arm out and leaned against the handrail behind me. The heat emanating from his body, and the sour smell of his sweat, made my penis throb in my pants.
"Are you ready?"
"Of course!" I yelled, as if pricked by a needle. When I saw Matt shaking his head and laughing, I added, "You mean you're leaving?"
"Yes." He chuckled. "I was thinking of inviting you over to my place to chat about baseball." "Kid, he might kill you!" another guy shouted as we walked out the door.
"Never mind that," Matt said as we walked into the parking lot. "When people come out of there, it's not like this, especially when they catch a rich kid like you. My truck's here, get in!" He opened the door, and I jumped in and slammed it shut. The car truly knows its owner; the smell of it made me excited too.
As soon as we entered Matt's house, he turned and pressed his lips to mine. I put my hands on his waist and rubbed my legs against his thighs. He chuckled, pushed me away, and ruffled my hair. He said with a mocking laugh, "Take it easy, buddy, what's the rush? I think the longer this goes on, the better. What else can you do after that besides sleep? I don't know how you'll feel, but I don't want to be sleeping all night."
"Me too," I replied. Hearing his words, I blushed and felt very embarrassed. I put my hands in my pockets and stood at the doorway waiting for Matt to call me.
"Come on," he said, gesturing for me to come inside and face the room.
When I got into the car, it was empty except for one wall covered in full-length mirrors and a pile of pillows on the floor. The lights were dimly lit. As I approached Matt, he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face the mirror. A headlight made me shimmer.
Matt came up behind me, hugged me, and began to caress every inch of my skin through my clothes, arousing me to a fever pitch. My penis was becoming increasingly unruly, craving more and more. Matt's rough fingers finally stopped at my buttons, stroking my smooth skin. I groaned a few times and rested my head against his full chest, letting him undress me. As he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against my neck, I realized his penis was also rubbing against my arms. When he moved his hands to my nipples, I cried out in excitement.
Before Matt even moved his hands to my pants, my penis was already itching and restless. So he slipped his hands inside my pants, stroking my thighs along my pubic hair. Just seeing my hard nipples and the lump of love juice, I knew I was ready for further stimulation. He breathed heavily; slowly removing everything from my body.
I shuddered when he moved his hot lips between my thighs, then slipped his tongue into my anus. I involuntarily spread my legs and opened my anus for him to play with. Matt licked my anus until, after a while, I began to feel my whole body relax. Others had licked my anus before, but never so comforting, never for so long; never making me so reluctant to ejaculate so soon. At first, he played with it with his tongue, then gently nibbled at my anus with his teeth. The feeling was indescribable; my whole body was incredibly excited. After
we stood up, he tried to take off all his clothes, but I whispered in his ear, "Let me do it!" He winked at me and let his hands fall. I had been trying to take it slow, but I excitedly unzipped his shirt and forcefully pulled it off. I rubbed my face against his chest, feeling the skin stimulating his soft breasts and pubic hair.
After I pulled down his jeans, I took a step back to look at him. He was incredibly handsome, like a goddess from Greek mythology, making my mouth water. I was so glad I could enjoy this earthly delicacy, the embodiment of beauty.
I lowered myself between his legs, letting his passionate penis rub against my chest, then gently biting the veins on his penis, watching it grow thicker and longer. And his testicles were slowly getting aroused too. As I started to blow on his penis, he put his hand on my neck and whispered, "Good, that's it. Blow it, suck it. Oh! Bro, your mouth is really good, suck it in a bit more. Mmm! Lick my balls, lick them with your hot tongue. Suck!"
I grabbed his thighs and licked his testicles back and forth; licking until my saliva was almost dripping. And his testicles were getting tighter and tighter. His blood-red glans was swollen and throbbing.
"Eric, stick your ass up," Matt roared wildly, pulling me closer to him. "Tell me, what do you want now?"
"Fuck me!" I said, looking at him with lustful eyes.
Matt bent down to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my throat. He pulled down his jeans and took out a packet of foil and gave it to me.
"Put this on, man," he said, "and then we'll play horsey."
I tore the foil off with my teeth, and the slippery sheath fell off. Matt held his penis and made me put on a condom, then grabbed my shoulders and turned me back to the mirror.
He slapped his penis against my anus for a while, then aimed at my vagina. "Relax," he said, stroking my lower abdomen.
I spread my anus open, letting his penis slide into my vagina and thrust in and out, occasionally letting out a moan. When I looked in the mirror, I realized he was looking at me too.
"Is it okay?" Matt whispered in my ear. I nodded, and he began to thrust back and forth. With each thrust, his pubic hair would tickle my anus. I felt like I was flying. This sexy middle-aged man then squeezed my nipples, caressed my palms, and played with my anus extensively. Matt thrust faster and faster, my toes involuntarily straightened, and his penis began to bump against my testicles. It made me feel like I was floating on air. His penis, his hairy chest pressing against me, and his hands roaming over my body—all of these made my blood boil. I moaned and groaned intermittently, though I couldn't tell if it was an excited response or a low groan of pain.
"I'm going to cum," he suddenly shouted, grabbing my waist. His muscles were taut, and then his penis thrust forward forcefully, filling the condom with hot semen.
Before Matt even pulled his penis out of my anus, I felt the semen about to burst out. As I tried to ejaculate, he suddenly turned me around and lifted me high until my head was almost touching the ceiling. I grabbed his neck with both hands, and then he began to suck my penis frantically, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.
It felt like my whole body was being gushed out from his glans. I don't know how long it lasted, it must have been a long, long time. I only remember Matt sucking my juices dry with his mouth and tongue, leaving not a single drop. He then slowly put me down and dripped his semen onto me, drop by drop.
"Eric, want to stay the night?" Matt asked.
As I nodded and looked into his brown eyes, he pulled me into his arms and we lay down together on the cushions in the room. I remembered him saying earlier that there was nothing to do after sex except sleep, but I didn't say anything, only moaned a few times when Matt played with my clitoris with his fingers.
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